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The Ace Sniper Wife

She is a legend in the world of mercenaries. She is a myth in the realm of snipers. The queen of mercenaries in her previous life, betrayed by a trusted friend in a crisis, she lost her life. Reincarnated in her present life, she became a newbie lost in the bottom rung, only to rise to glory again! Assigned as a procurement officer? With a heavy burden on her shoulders, she can still take out the elites in a flash! Doubting her shooting skills? With one shot, she can make you pee in your pants! Trapped by love? She can reject her fiance without a second thought! In a life steeped in iron and blood, she forged her legend. But- Why did that overbearing, handsome, friendless captain suddenly announce to her, "I will control your life and I will protect you!” And so, on the road to legendary glory, she even managed to find some time for a romance. # In this world, some are displaced and some are homeless, but she was moved by this country and found a sense of belonging. Therefore, she was willing to protect this country, just like she had once protected her own life. [Hot Blooded Chapter] There's a legend that in Eastlandia there is a mysterious team- In the desert, the jungle, the maritime territories, the sky, they excel in triphibious combat. People see them as ghosts, capable of anything. * A drill, a surprise attack, a massacre. The sneak attack did not last more than two minutes. Flossie Wright leaned against a doorway, her expression calm, “Playing so ruthlessly, aren’t you afraid of causing resentment?” Inside the room, Hutchinson, after extracting the information he wanted, blew the head off of the last living witness with one shot. Upon hearing this, his eyebrows lifted, his voice careless yet particularly arrogant, “Those who should resent, already do. What do a couple more count for?” “......”

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Chapter 50 Episode 026: To Trap and Be Trapped(2)

"Buddy, need a break?"

Adjusting her breathing as she moved toward the finish line, Flossie Wright glanced to the side at the crowd that had been waiting for a while. She then asked Jamson Eldeanor, who was running beside her.

Sweat had soaked through Jamson's uniform completely. His heavy body made each step of his run particularly challenging. Hearing Flossie's voice, he looked at her with difficulty. Upon seeing the warm light in her eyes and the sweat sliding down her cheeks, creating a beautiful curve in mid-air, he bit his teeth harder.

Without responding to Flossie's question, Jamson unconsciously quickened his pace.

Ever since he lost to Flossie, the worst female soldier, he had been the laughing stock of the male soldiers. Today, Stuart Weston had come up with a plan for him to redeem his honor. With the ruse of a "draw", they were hoping to catch Flossie off guard and win against her...